Winseer saying ‘I’m rarely wrong’ just made me spit the tea I’ve just taken a swig of all over the dog!
Not as I remember the 70’s.Our school was a rotten to the core corrupt Borstal like regime of so called teachers hitting those who they thought wouldn’t hit them back and avoiding those who would.The headmaster finally met with karma when for some reason they broke the deal when one of those who would hit them back got hit.That scumbag POS got his jaw smashed literally and was still off work eating through a straw I think even when I’d left.
My memory of school was spending as little time there in that zoo and as much at home, as possible.
Now it seems to have changed to a different type of control freak environment which I’d dislike even worse.
As for homework luckily even my parents agreed that the school day was long enough even after they’d finally been informed about my ‘absences’ using the at the time morning register and go home for lunch method.
They knew I had issues there but couldn’t tell them for fear of trouble between my Dad and the authorities if he knew about the regime.
In addition to my Mum writing regular sick notes getting me out of PE time.It was a very nasty total waste of time would have at least preferred to leave at 14 like my parents.
So your laziness and ‘don’t accept responsibility/find someone else to blame’ attitude had well and truly set in, before you’d even left school.
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It depends if your idea of an education system means a corrupt borstal type environment based on violent bullying by staff.
Wanting to leave at 14 to go to work instead obviously ain’t lazy.
My idea of any education sytem has absolutely no bearing on your laziness.
If the school was as bad as you, (improbable) claim, why didn’t you/your parents change schools?
You thought work was going to be a cruise. You were unable to complete an apprenticeship then failed in the transport industry, for your lack of work ethic. You haven’t had a proper job this century.
All your failures are someone else’s fault or a conspiracy, face didn’t fit theory.
To thyne own self be true, you’re not kidding anyone, except maybe your self.
I was at school at a similar time to Carryfast, it aint exactly how I remember it.
Granted it was in the North and not London, but it was the same educational system.
My dubious claim to fame was I was the first boy to be caned in my year 
You held your hand out, the HM got this flexible cane out of the cupboard,.and woosh right across the palm of your hand.
If you took your hand away he called for a male teacher to hold your hand steady…and yes it DID ■■■■■■ hurt, but I remember conciously not giving him the satisfsction of showing it…resulting in a second whack for showing dissent by grinning at him…bad move.
A bit brutal by today’s standards, but it WAS a deterrent, so much so I never got it again, not because I became a goody goody, more the fact I learned from it, by becomimg too streetwise for them to catch me doing wrong after that occasion, so at least I have something to thank corporal punishment for, because I built on it in life to my own advantage .
…Still a bit that way today btw, not blowing my own trumpet, but thanks Mr Jones the HM.
You knew how far you could go in those days, but it was fair, and not as bad as CF’s experiences at his Auschwitz secondary modern.
I went on to get an engineering apprenticeship, completed it…and went driving.
Why do I have no difficulty believing that? 
I had a teacher who caned as you described, but another the cruel bast ard would aim for the finger tips of each hand. If he missed, regardless of if it was his or the recipient’s fault, he’d just about burst a blood vessel and the second try was twice as hard.
That hurt more and for longer than across the palms. Like you, it never inspired me to ask mummy to write notes to get me out of school, or set me up for failure for the rest of my life.
I was less bold than you. I didn’t show dissent, but nor did I show pain (until I was out of his sight).
I’d be the last person to knock someone for not being the best student they could have been at secondary school, my mixed bag of O-levels and CSE’s was, at best, mediocre, but myself and a lot of my former schoolmates made up for that in the years after secondary school, most commonly at least partly thanks to the renowned Open University (the first of its kind in the world).
However, I’m struck by the dissonance between your Pink Floydian “I don’t need no education” attitude in the above post, and your continual, and personalized, re-writing of all the known laws of science, as is so frequently evidenced in other posts.
I’m hypothesizing that there may very well be a statistically significant link between the two (p= <0.01).
Unless you too undertook formal learning after your school years? Though I would have thought that if that was the case, you would have said something previously.
To be fair I came out ok at school with o level exams, then I took a couple of A level courses in my own time during my apprenticeship to qualify for some further course on it …
(Found it hard doing the teenage beer cars and women thing at the same time, but managed ok. )
Often think Why tf did I bother whilst sat driving down the motorway in a truck, especially when both my lads came away with the far end of f/all at school in terms of exam passes, but both got far better jobs and income than me.
After saying that I am very proud of both of them for doing so.
@robroy Like me, you must have found a trade background an absolute boon and money saver once you became an owner.
I spent most of my non school childhood in or around lorry’s as my Dad went about grooming me to enter the hallowed profession that is truck driving, me of course being one of the very few chosen ones to be accorded that great honour. I was truly blessed to be born into Trucking royalty.
(You need some prior knowledge of my and CFs interactions for this post to made sense)
Improbable suggest you read Zac’s similar observations.It was more or less how it really was in the day.
Your idea of failure is the same.A truck driver generally won’t be cut out to spend their working life in a factory.I was no exception. But pass what engineering training I did before choosing to move, with credit ain’t failure.Nor successful transfer to works transport and testing.
Nor the following unbroken employment as a driver for around the following 20 years.
Ending a career early with a knackered back caused by being used as a human forklift instead of walking away and trying to claim unemployment benefits obviously isn’t caused by laziness.
Or for that matter the commendations for safe driving and attendance record during that time.
Dangerous roads indeed.
My word that’s a sad story you have there Carryfast, why haven’t you mentioned it before?
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Improbable suggest you read Zac’s similar observations.It was more or less how it really was in the day.
How the heck did you extrapolate that from what Zac wrote? Your response is beyond confirmation bias.
Your idea of failure is the same.A truck driver generally won’t be cut out to spend their working life in a factory.I was no exception. But pass what engineering training I did before choosing to move, with credit ain’t failure.
**Yes it is, you failed to complete the apprenticeship. **
Nor successful transfer to works transport and testing.
Nor the following unbroken employment as a driver for around the following 20 years.
**As everyone except you seem to know, work is a two way street. The employee is selling his labour, the employer is value adding and hopefully making a profit. Your idea of employment is , you get paid to amuse yourself while playing with expensive machinery. It’s all one sided, in your favour.
Moving finished products to the storage yard, is hardly transport and testing.
Twenty years, allowing for your propensity to exaggerate and glorify minor, everyday achievements, was probably two years. Then you were expected to get out of the cab and pull your weight, thats when it all turned to excrement.
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Ending a career early with a knackered back caused by being used as a human forklift instead of walking away and trying to claim unemployment benefits obviously isn’t caused by laziness.
We didn’t believe that load of ■■■■■■■■ the firt time you tried it on, why would we fall for it now?
Or for that matter the commendations for safe driving and attendance record during that time.
Dangerous roads indeed.
Safe Driving Award 
primary school kids get gold stars like that. It’s not a Victoria Cross, for crying out loud.
SDU you seem to have reading difficulties.Which part of ‘‘broken arm’’ for refusing to submit to punishment didn’t you understand.
In Zac’s reference it resulted in the zb getting sacked in my reference s similar type of regime resulted in the zb getting well deserved GBH ironically caused by their own corrupt regime.My only regret is it wasn’t me who administered it.The rest of your tirade is just more of your usual reading of apples meaning oranges.
ld.com alias switch ? It obviously does help when you don’t have a Father who is adamant that you will spend your working life under a glass factory roof surrounded by the factory walls.Who is equally adamant that you ain’t going to be a lorry driver.Because that’s what he chose to do.
Ironically if I’d have told him about my school regime he might have hit me even harder than the teachers did.Or he might have ended up in the nick for hitting the Headmaster harder than the real trouble maker who finally did when their mutual protection deal broke down for whatever reason.
Yeah the job didn’t do me any favours unlike you less than I would have expected.
But at the end of the day those safe driving commendations were worth more to me ( and the topic ) than the kickings and beatings I got from my teachers, just for the crime of being considered by them as too weak or scared to fight them back.
Certainly better than any Gold Star that SDU obviously grovelled for.
However if I’d have been the Father or Brother of the girl with the broken arm in Zac’s story the zb probably would have ended up retired on medical grounds not sacked.
What say you Rob ?.
Who moi ?
Yep some absolute ■■■■ breaking your little girls arm has well crossed the line and then some I reck.
I could use the cliche ‘I would have done time for him’, but I wouldnt.
But only because I would make sure first of a watertight alibi.
An example,.I know somebody who solved the problem of his daughter (who had good prospects) going out with some pond life drug dealer.
He was a driver, this lad took no sh from anyone (not me btw) his mate (ok, me) picked him up in car from a truckstop about hour and half away from home, where he had been purposely well seen by many buying his ticket and getting his tea etc .
I then took him back home, dropped him off,.and .we arranged to meet an hour later, he said he could deal with this scrote on his own without help from me.
I knew he was well capable of doing so btw (ex Marine and a guy who done the doors.)
I dutily picked him back up and ran him back to truckstop…on way he told me he caught him down a back alley,.stuck a sawn off shotgun in his neck ffs 
(unloaded but the guy did not know) and ‘suggested’ that he should cut off all ties with his daughter and stop seeing her…it worked, the guy almost crapped himself, AND my mate had an alibi of being seen at truckstop on a ‘night out’ and his tacho card booked off at the truckstop location for the night.
So to get back to your question, …yes, there are ways and means of dealing with lowlife or in this case some psychotic bully, with added bonus of zero comeback.
Carryfast, stop trying to cast yourself as a victim, we’re not buying it and deep in your own heart, neither are you.
You were the master of your own destiny, if you hadn’t been so bone idle and had a modicum of get up and go about you, you could have been the “decent distance/European driver” you so desperately craved. As it is, you just look like a proper Charlie.
Oh Carryfast, a tale of woe that only gets more harrowing the twentieth time we hear it. My deepest condolences good sir. PM me your address I’ll send you a signed picture to cheer you up.
PM sent, now waiting in eager anticipation.